Chapter 3

Two voices, of Parsel Tongue

The time they had arrived at the Hogwarts station, Harry had noticed Ron was acting a bit strange, he kept his head away from his view and kept turning it towards the scenery that flew by. Harry cringed when he saw Anna enter, she brought alone Hermonie who sat down with a book curled up in her lap, her brown curls relaxing on the crevices of her arms. Anna found herself interested in the sound of clicking the train made and rested her head on the seat, feeling her body jingle underneath the train's aggression.

" So mate what you think of the new weasel?" Ron asked with a harsh tone, his lower lip curling, his brows furrowed underneath their red complexion.

" Think?" Harry asked dumbfounded.

" Yeah, think mate?" Ron answered back, keeping Harry away from the opportunity to escape his question.

" Uh, she's, cute, but she's still Malfoy's sister which probably makes her a deceiving snit." He answered. Ron's face lifted with that remarked, like a child does after receiving what he wants. Anna rose from her position, speaking slowly and considering the fact, she had just befriended these two, being that she was a transfer, less that half a year ago, from New York City, and they had been friends since first year. Hermonie was about the only thing that even granted her permission to be friends with the two boys, and Anna had only become friends with them so that Ron could get closer to Hermonie, since Hermonie never had it in her to ask him herself.

" Now that's not true, I talked to her she's quite nice." Anna admitted. She shot Ron a rough glance.

Ron snipped back at her.

" Nice, Oh, Nice, Or is she nice cause you want to get your hands on Malfoy? Huh?" He asked and stood up his robs falling over his exposed knees.

" If you like Malfoy that much, why didn't you ask the hat to put you into the scum house Slytherins?" He asked her, his fists clenched up and an expression came to his face Anna had never seen in the past six months she had known him. An expression of anger.

Anna didn't say anything. She liked Ron, like a brother, and his words did hurt her deep inside, but Anna was always the type to show anger instead of her true feelings. She gripped her hair and picked up a book that was lying next to Hermoine's leg. Hermoine glanced up from her readings, her eyes focusing on Anna's next move.

" Anna, Anna, stop!" She said gripping her fist.

" Stay out of this book worm." Ron snapped.

Hermoine shot him a deathly gaze.

" Your so inconsiderate!" She blurted to him. Now his anger had inverted to Hermonie.

" Well, your always getting in my way Hermonie!"

" NO! I don't!" She yelled back.

Anna seized Ron's open position and thrusted the book at Ron's head. It bounced off the tip of his red bangs and he stumbled backwards. His body fell back into the seat and he clasped his head with one of his hands.

" What in bloody hell?" He asked looking at Anna from underneath his caressing fingers.

Anna leaned over her lips pursed for her next words.

" You, bloody hell! You, You, mock me for liking Malfoy... but then you like me... and what's to top it... you yell at the only girl who likes you... and... you treat her likes she's invisible... you know what you don't deserve her one bit!" Anna said she punched the side of the train and trotted out of the cart, into another cart.

Hermoine fell to the seat and hid her face from Ron's view. She felt an overwhelming knot coming in her throat, and tears, hot and sticky, starting to form around her eye lashes.

Harry had kept his mouth shut the whole time, converting his attention from each fight and then finding ways to exclude his aggravation by trying to wine their voices out. When the fight had stopped he walked up to Hermonie putting his hand on her shoulder.

" Hermonie," He whispered. Ron turned his head trying to ease his anger and then walked out of the opposite cart side .Once Hermonie and Harry were alone, Hermoine faced him with tear shedded eyes.

Anna had entered the next cart seeing Brittany there. Her arms balanced on the train's beam. Her feet curled underneath her on the seat, and her face directing itself outside to the moving mountains. Malfoy sat there his hands spread out across the top of the seat, and his feet stretched out infront of him.

" What an interesting brawl." Malfoy snickered. An echo of snickers followed by Crab and Goyle. Brittany turned from her speculations and sat upright on the train seat.

" Were you fighting?" She asked in that sweet innocent voice.

Anna nodded and Malfoy grinned again.

" Why are you here Gryfinndor?" He asked in a sarcastic tone. Anna's heart sunk in her chest and she tried her hardest not to stare at his defined face and entrancing eyes.

" I, uh," Brittany sensed her lack of words and jumped up clapping her hands infront of her.

" I asked her to come talk to me brother." She said cheerfully dragging Anna aside.

Anna followed Brittany to the side and glanced at her thankfully.

" Hey thanks, it looked like he was going to eat me alive back there." Anna giggled.

" That's my brother, he's always out to get a Gryfinndor." She said her fingers mounting on her soft lips. She let a smile come across her face. Anna had never encountered something, so pure, and soft, it seemed you could melt your own misery when you talked to her.

" You really like my brother don't you." Brittany asked she crossed her hands behind her back and learned forwards so her blonde waves fell over her shoulders.

Anna blushed and rubbed the back of her head.

" Yes." She admitted and walked into the next cart. Brittany assumed to follow but heard Malfoy's booming voice.

" Sister where are you going! Don't even think about going in there with the mud bloods and Potter." He suppressed his rage, he never liked to yell at her, but he didn't want her among those type of people, but he knew, that being Brittany, she would defy him anyway. She smiled and ran into the next cart. Ron and Harry gave her evil looks. She back up looking at them scared. Hermonie cringed, and a disruption from the lights took place. A flicker it seemed, and the lanterns swung heavily in the air. A silence came over the whole train. Hermonie shot to Harry.

" Is it dementors?" She asked shakily. Harry started to back away trying to analyze the situation.

" Dementors?" Brittany and Anna asked at the same time.

Hermonie filled them in with a quick technical sentence.

" Dementors guard the Azkaban prison, around Harry's third year they attacked him by trying to give him the kiss, which steals all the happiness that one has. They attacked Harry on this train when it stopped like this."

Brittany looked at Harry. Her eyes jumped, this was the Harry she had heard so much of from her brother. The famous Harry Potter. Although everything she had heard was bad, upon looking at him she got a sense of interest in his looks, but she hid them with the self rage of who he was towards her brother.

A sound penetrated the whole train, it shook and muffled throughout everyone's body.Like a slick mist of fog, chilling, and cooling. It whispered in hisses and started in a slow tone, and nestled into a loud adjoining hiss throughout the corner of Harry's cart. Harry found himself leaping away from the sound. Hermoine and Ron caught him by his arms and hid in the corner. Anna watched with amazement, this sound was so close, so close it seemed deathly near.

" Voldemort." Harry hissed with no hesitation.

" He is saying... saying... that there is another here."

" Another what Harry?" Ron whimpered.

" I don't know." Harry seemed shocked, and the train rumbled again as it begun to move. The light flickered back on, blinding the whole group, as they covered their eyes fastly.

Brittany was lying on the floor unconscious. Her face pale white, and her lungs wheezing for air. Her body seemed limped and unable to move.

Anna ran over to her holding her head in her hands.

" I heard, two people talking, two, not one, there isn't anyone I know that knows parsel tongue but me and Voldemort." Harry recited to himself.

Hermonie looked at Harry suspiciously until her gaze turned to Malfoy who busted into the cart. His face went into rage when he saw her lying in a deathly trance in Anna's arms. He smacked her aside and took Brittany into his own procession.

" What gives you the god forsaken right to touch her!" He shouted. Harry stood up defending Anna's sake as she hid behind him remembering the smack of her cheek like a horror movie role-play scene over and over. Her face in shock pose.

" Move aside Potter!" Malfoy grunted.

" The train stopped she fell over!" he shouted back. He wanted to hit Malfoy, but he kept his anger back, because he had his sister in his arms, and Harry would never hurt a girl, even if she was a Malfoy.

"Potter watch yourself this year." Malfoy sneered. Crab and Goyle helped them bring Brittany away into the next cart